01-23-2020, 07:42 PM
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▼ I'M NUCLEAR, I'M WILD ▼
The wonder and curiosity of childhood was something he didn't have the opportunity to experience, though he had admittedly been awed at the new world he found himself in when he was first created. Just made and with no knowledge of the world, he had no choice but to follow Father, to do as he was told. He trusted him in those days. Sure, he was selfish, it was just in his nature, but he wanted to stick to his side, if only because he had many things to learn.
Now Greed had centuries of experience under his belt, years upon years of watching things being built only to crumble back down into nothing. He had seen birth and death. It was tiring, sometimes, to carry the weight of it all. It brought to him a pessimistic nature, one that would come back to haunt him no matter how much he tried to look on the bright side and hope for the best. He knew that, in the end, good things didn't last long.
Aimlessly wandering about the beach, having just come from the tavern to have a little fun (not that kind, he was spoken for now) and hear the latest gossip, he's stopped when he hears a wailing nearby. Ears swiveling around, he makes his way towards the source of the noise, a frown pulling at his face when he sees Roxie's kid, Roan.
He's hesitant to approach, watching as his girlfriend coddled her son, the jaguar shuffling his paws as he felt suddenly out of place. He still felt bad about the way he acted when he first met the kid. Still, despite the feelings he was experiencing, he forces himself to trot over.
"Hey, is the kiddo okay?" he asks, purple eyes studying Roan behind the shades. Hopefully he didn't scare him, on account of how he acted when they met, or made him angry, even. He wouldn't blame him if he got upset.
Now Greed had centuries of experience under his belt, years upon years of watching things being built only to crumble back down into nothing. He had seen birth and death. It was tiring, sometimes, to carry the weight of it all. It brought to him a pessimistic nature, one that would come back to haunt him no matter how much he tried to look on the bright side and hope for the best. He knew that, in the end, good things didn't last long.
Aimlessly wandering about the beach, having just come from the tavern to have a little fun (not that kind, he was spoken for now) and hear the latest gossip, he's stopped when he hears a wailing nearby. Ears swiveling around, he makes his way towards the source of the noise, a frown pulling at his face when he sees Roxie's kid, Roan.
He's hesitant to approach, watching as his girlfriend coddled her son, the jaguar shuffling his paws as he felt suddenly out of place. He still felt bad about the way he acted when he first met the kid. Still, despite the feelings he was experiencing, he forces himself to trot over.
"Hey, is the kiddo okay?" he asks, purple eyes studying Roan behind the shades. Hopefully he didn't scare him, on account of how he acted when they met, or made him angry, even. He wouldn't blame him if he got upset.